Is The Cruel Prince A Romance Novels & Stories

Then he chuckled as he pointed his sword at her. Bella looked at the sword with fear in her eyes. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to be killed by such a cruel person. “Humph. You stupid trash!” shouted Crown Prince. Just as he swung his sword into the air, something flickered in his heart. Something sad and painful. He grunted at the aching pain. He dropped his sword. His sword landed on the ground with a clinked and clacked. “What’s-What’s wrong?” asked Braum. He ran to Crown Prince, trying to aid him back up.

As the only prince, his name represents power, money and status. Who wouldn't want to marry a prince like him? I need him and only he can satisfy my desire. I fell madly in love with him, but all he could see was Delia. Why? Is her cowardly character and shallow knowledge worthy of a prince? I'm the only one who's right for Kral. Why? Didn't Kral say he was gonna marry me? Why is he walking towards Delia? Jealousy burns like a fire in my heart, and it hurts like hell.

If his friends were the easy-going and charming-type during their student life, the prince was the stoic, handsome mysterious type, as expected of a son of a ruthless ruler. Apparently, talks have been circulating around for some time that Garlow had been conquering lands out of whim and his most recent conquest was the rich City of Olga. Being friends with the son of this king was probably the safest way to be excluded from King Garlow’s conquests, and being a lover and a mistress to this prince would be far better than anything, and that was what was playing in Kathrine’s mind ever since his arrival. Dinner was served and all of them heartily ate. Conversations were thrown here and there a

"You were going to be mated to him." Mated? What kind of nonsense is this? "When?" "In ten days." Wow... Is this a dream? None of this makes any sense. I was about to get married... To a king? "What's his name?" "Cyrus Stormrune." Huh? What kind of stupid name is that? "Oh... Is he, um... what's he like?" The girl hesitated for a moment, glancing around as if searching for the right words. "You hated him, Princess. They say he's ruthless, with a heart colder than ice and harder than stone. He's a monster." The girl said, looking at the floor with a mixture of nervousness and sympathy.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

It would be so embarrassing. Entry Seven: Today, at the second ball, I rejected him again. I swear he almost cried this time. But then those stupid crows attacked the ball, and that’s when I met Prince Raphael. He is so dreamy. Why couldn’t he have been my mate? Entry Eight: Something is fishy with Valeria and the princes! I’m not sure, but I think they’re sending her gifts! What is she up to? I refuse to think that any of them is truly after her affection. I think she might be whoring herself to them. That would make sense.

He was a Prince, but apart from his wolf smell which he seemed to have gotten used to, he liked the feel of his soft skin against his fingers, even the sound of his voice was more than enough to turn him on. If not that they had both somehow passed out, he knew that he would have definitely gone all the way. Moreover, the thought of doing it with a werewolf excited Geran. “What do you…” “I want us to finish what we started,” but Geran had just spoken when he looked up to see Darun scoff and chuckle at him almost at the same time. “We’re both men are you crazy?” Drain asked slowly coming to the conclusion that the prince in front of them was slightly mad.

Corbin says to me as I chuckle doing an about face. Walking back towards the group. I hold my head up high just as I come face to face with High Elder Morris and his daughter. Yes, his daughter because she is undeserving of being called my mate. “The Prince and his Princess will ride with me.” I state being all business. “Just who do you think you are pup?” The High Elder takes a step forward and gets into my personal space. “I would take a step back High Elder.” The Elder looks over to my uncle who spoke. None other than the King of Werewolves. “Just why would I do that. He has no say in this.” He says smugly as I just smile at my mate who has this confused look on her face. I cannot wait t

I promised. She remained silent for a moment, and just when she was about to respond, someone tapped rapidly on the car window. I rolled the window down, and a fuming man stood there, a woman in his hand and his right hand suspended in the air and about to tap on the window again. “You slut! You couldn’t even wait for 24hrs, before seducing your way into another man’s bed?!” He fumed. Inez’s face turned pale, and her hands clenched tight on her dress.